Who knows? The anchor I like has become a movie queen!

Ji Xia got out of bed, put on her crystal slippers, and wanted to take a look at the body. However, there was nothing else in the room except floral curtains, a small bed, a cabinet, and a desk. She couldn't find a full-length mirror, so Ji Xia measured the body's condition with her own eyes.

I found that her skin color was a little dark, and her overall height should be about 167, the standard height for an actress, with well-proportioned finger joints, long legs, a perky butt, nice breasts, and a quite malleable voice. After seeing this body, Ji Xia just wanted to kneel down and thank God that I could play the leading female role.

After looking at the physical condition, Ji Xia took a thinker's posture and began to think about how he could make money quickly?

Thinking of an unorthodox method, Ji Xia shook his head and said, "No, with such good conditions, I am confident that I can become a good actor. If I do this and it is exposed in the future, my career will be directly ended."

He also needed to increase his fans quickly. Combining the two, Ji Xia came up with an idea: to become an online anchor, which would allow him to make money and gain fans at the same time.

What a genius.

"Dear Tongzi, what can our mall offer?"

"Points can be exchanged for money, various pills that can make you more beautiful, scripts, almost anything you want. You'll know when you open it yourself."

The word "become beautiful" seemed to open up Ji Xia's Ren and Du meridians, and her whole body was as excited as if it were electrified. The system's cold language sounded like heavenly music to her ears.

Ji Xia quickly found the phone, and the moment he got it, he was a little confused. How could such a poor family afford such a good phone?

First open WeChat and see that the girl didn’t have much communication with her roommate after graduation. Instead, she chatted the most with her homeroom teacher. However, most of the time, the girl was just begging the teacher unilaterally to recommend a film crew to her.

The reality is that even if Ji Xia is the first in his major, if he has no money, the teacher will not bother to pay attention to him or recommend a role to him.

I checked the balance in Alipay, WeChat, Yu'ebao, bank cards, and small purse. There wasn't much money in total, but there were quite a few places to hide it. All in all, it was 3800 yuan.

Ji Xia searched the entire room again and found 360 in her pockets and schoolbag. The money was enough to buy herself equipment, and she was confident that she could do it.

Fortunately, the little girl needed to wear makeup when she worked part-time in college, otherwise Ji Xia would be afraid of not having any cosmetics. After all, nowadays she would like to spend every penny wisely.

Glancing at the time on his phone, it was only 10:30. Ji Xia was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all: "Tongzi, do you have this novel? Give me a copy to read, so I can spy on the enemy."

"Yes, I can provide you with virtual screen projection. Please don't watch it too late. Staying up late will make you ugly." Tongzi reminded him kindly.

"Okay, is this projection visible only to me?"

"Yes"

Ji Xia devoted herself to reading the novel. She had to analyze it word by word and write down every detail, as they would be the key to her future success.

Seeing that he died in the third chapter and there was so little description of him, Ji Xia couldn't help but sigh that his role was too small.

As she watched, Ji Xia felt that Song Yurou was indeed the heroine, the darling of the world. She was the director's mother, the one who helped an old lady who fell down. She was the female lead in a TV series. The male lead, Lu Huaichuan, invested in a movie for her. The male lead, Xie Yanan, was willing to break off his engagement for her. The male lead, Si Xingjian, created a tailor-made script for her. The male lead, Pei Chen, officially announced her online.

In fact, after reading more than ten chapters, Ji Xia wanted to vomit. Doesn't this Song Yurou know how to speak human language? Every three sentences she calls him "Brother Huaichuan" and "Brother Yan'an, you can't do this. Do you really like me? I'm sorry for Brother Huaichuan! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

After enduring nausea and reading till 50 chapters, Song Yurou didn't film any scenes at all as she was just mediating with four men. The only thing she did was helping an old lady. After reading the remaining thousands of chapters, Ji Xia decided to go to bed first as he was going to suffer a work-related injury.

Ji Xia got up at 6 o'clock the next morning. This was a small habit she maintained in her previous life. Whenever there was a scene to be filmed, she would get up early. She could not allow herself to appear on camera with a swollen face, and this became a habit.

Ji Xia turned on the light, stretched out his body in the room, and then took the cup to get a glass of warm water.

Just as I found the pink cup, I heard a knock on the door, and Dad Ji's voice came from outside the door: "Xia Xia, are you awake?"

"Well, Dad, come in."

Ji Gang came in with a cup of warm milk and a cane.

Ji Xia secretly observed his father. He used the crutch very steadily, and his left calf was empty.

Ji Gang put the milk on the table, put his crutches aside, sat on a stool and looked at his daughter: "Dad saw you turned on the light, so he heated up the milk for you."

"Thank you, Dad," Ji Xia smiled sweetly.

Ji Gang sighed. "Dad knows you want to find a job as soon as possible to help the family. Don't be so stressed. Why don't you go on a trip first? I heard from others that girls your age all go on that... uh... graduation trip?"

Ji Gang hopes that his daughter will not be so sensible. He wishes he could die to reduce the burden on his family, but he can't bear to do so. He is greedy and wants to see his daughter's future.

Ji Xia felt warm in her heart. Ji Gang really loved his family. She moved closer to her father and said coquettishly, "Dad, I'm not going to Hengdian right away. I want to do a live broadcast at home. I'll go buy the equipment today."

The man felt sad again after hearing this, and said in a serious tone: "Xia Xia, absolutely not. Your dream is to become an actor. If you give up your dream to make money for your family, I can't accept it. I will give you money and you can go to Hengdian tomorrow."

Ji Xia knew that his father would never allow him to live broadcast in order to make money to help the family, so he could only find a way to save the country: "No, Dad, I don't want to make money. My classmate said there is a variety show that you can participate in as long as you accumulate enough live broadcast time. I can live broadcast at home to accumulate time and spend more time with you.

Hearing this, Ji Gang softened a bit. This was a good thing. "Is the 3000 yuan Dad gave you enough? To buy some clothes or something?"

Ji Xia shook his head and made up a story without changing his expression: "No, the platform will help new anchors and provide initial funds."

Ji Gang knew nothing about these things, but he believed everything his daughter said: "That's human nature, Xia Xia, what do you want for breakfast? Dad will make it for you!"

"Hmm~ clear soup noodles" Ji Xia ordered the dish without hesitation.

"Dad knew you liked this, so I'll add a fried egg for you. You can rest for a while, and I'll call you to eat later." Ji Gang picked up his crutches and went to cook for his good daughter.

"Ji Xia, you are so happy now!!" Ji Xia had never felt such love in her previous life, and now she was more determined to make money quickly.

In Ji Xia’s (original) memory:

When I was a child, my family was well off, and my parents would take me to take photos every year. Xia Xia liked it most when her father threw her high.

Suddenly, Dad was in a car accident. Grandma said that Dad’s legs were gone and he was in so much pain. The electric car, tractor, table, and chairs in the house were all gone. Mom’s lips, which were already bloodless, turned pale.

My father uses a crutch and can no longer work at the construction site. He doesn't want to be treated as a disabled person, so he cooks for his family every day and doesn't allow others to help.

Grandma said that was Dad’s self-esteem.

Dad, Mom, and Grandma worked together to weave bamboo baskets. Their hands were full of small holes, but they had to weave one by one to support Xia Xia to go to college.

I remember that my father was only angry once, because the villagers laughed at Xia Xia's dream. They thought it was a fantasy for such a poor family to go to film school. My father roared like crazy and threw his crutches away, saying, "I will be able to support my daughter's dream."

Dad works day and night to weave, wanting Xia Xia to have a good time in college; Ji Xia also feels sorry for her dad, so she does part-time jobs to earn money whenever she has time.